# 004 I Saved a Woman from Thugs. So...
# 004 I Saved a Woman from Thugs. So...
"...What?"
Her expression chilled in an instant.
I closed the distance to the woman, who was stepping backward, in a single movement.
"Sleep."
"!!"
I cast a sleep spell and subdued the woman in a flash.
The woman's eyes wavered as if she were trying to resist the sleep magic, but she could not overcome a spell cast by a dragon in earnest.
Thud.
The woman crumpled toward me.
I caught her with my own hands and groped the flesh of her body concealed beneath the robe.
"Mm...."
Breasts that were utterly lacking compared to a high elf's, but still, at this size they were breasts with enough bounce to be worth watching.
"...Tch, but it's a little disappointing."
If.
If I had raped this woman in front of them, would it have had a bit more realism?
For me, anyway, I'd only need to use her for the one week I'm here, but those men had probably mustered their resolve for once to try to violate her, and now they'd be hauled away without even succeeding, so I felt a bit sorry for them.
"Tch."
What would be best to do at a time like this?
I pulled a notebook from my chest.
Human Scum Compendium.
Bible People.
What Is a Human?
A comprehensive record of the trash-like humans I encountered over two thousand years in the human world, from my hatchling days to the time I violated the Dragon Lord, along with the countermeasures for dealing with them.
What was visible was merely a single notebook, but each page contained as much content as a full book thanks to a magical effect.
'How to Deal with Human Thugs' was recorded in detail.
-Tie the thugs up with rope and write down in detail the crime they were about to commit.
-The rescuer may get dragged into troublesome matters, so either warp the rescued person elsewhere, put them to sleep, or get them far away from the thugs, then leave the scene.
-The most important thing is not to get entangled in trouble.
"I see."
As expected, the notebook was accurate.
No matter how powerful a dragon was, as a living being it could not recall every memory from thousands of years ago.
Fortunately, having lived among humans, I had recorded the memories of those times and all sorts of know-how for surviving in the human world, and I had condensed it all into a single notebook with magic.
Even before I stopped at the inn, I had familiarized myself with 'How Not to Get Ripped Off at an Inn' recorded in this notebook, and thanks to that, I was able to pay the innkeeper two gold coins and carry on a conversation without incident.
But regrettably, there was no entry for 'How to Rape a Kidnapped Woman.'
That, because it's engraved into my head, my heart, and my cock.
'Shall I move locations for now.'
This was a fairly large city.
I let mana flow into the surroundings and searched for a more secluded location.
A warehouse.
"Teleport."
I took her to a dim, secluded warehouse where no one would set foot.
* * *
-Whoa, fuck, look at those tits. Fucking huge.
-She's got three heads. Is that a Cerberus?
-She's got a sword at her hip, you see? Getting hit by her tits would probably hurt more than getting hit by that sword.
Sexual harassment comments about her breasts echoed all around her.
The pink-haired woman tugged at her robe as best she could and swiftly escaped the crowd.
"Whoa, whoa. Clear the way, please! An inquisitor is passing through!"
The main street split left and right in an instant as splendid carriages blending white and gold began to pass through the center.
The carriages, emblazoned with the symbol of the Goddess Church, were guarded by knights in white armor with meticulous vigilance, and the pink-haired woman ground her teeth as she glared at the carriages.
"The Church...."
"Miss, is something the matter?"
"Ah, it's nothing at all."
The woman smiled brightly at the fruit vendor lady who had quietly spoken to her from the side.
"A traveler?"
"Ah, yes. It's my first time here."
"Is that so? An adventurer too, I'd wager?"
"Yes, I'm an adventurer."
"Hmm...."
If not for the sword at her hip, she was a woman who would have looked more at home strolling through the noble district of some city, wearing a dress and carrying a parasol.
"Well, everyone's got their own story. Take care of yourself."
Indeed, she was a kind-looking, pure maiden who didn't suit this place, Lost Virginia.
"There are a lot of bad folks here who target drifters like you, miss. I'm saying this because looking at you reminds me of when I was young."
"Oh my, truly?"
"This girl. You're telling me you don't believe me right now?"
"No, no. Not about you, ma'am. About this town."
"Ma'am... ahem."
The fruit vendor shrugged her shoulders briefly, then handed the woman a single red-ripe apple.
"Listen well. This place is full of people gathered to conquer the dungeon 'Dragonium,' right? But there are professional 'operators' who target people like that."
"There are people like that? How cruel."
"Right. That's why the Church is intensively checking people entering the dungeon too. It's bad enough we can't even defeat the monsters inside the dungeon—should we be biting and tearing at each other?"
"...The Church."
The woman could not easily hide her discomfort toward the Church.
The Goddess Church.
An order that any human living on this continent would have been indebted to at least once, and yet this woman could not hide such hostility—it bothered the vendor, but at the same time, reporting her to the Church as a suspicious element also weighed on her conscience.
"Miss. I don't know what you're thinking, but no matter what you do, you need strength to make anything possible."
"Strength...."
"That's right. Strength. Miss, if I may ask, what rank are you?"
"I'm Bronze."
"......."
The fruit vendor silently felt pity for the woman chewing her apple.
Her rage toward the Church.
Her naive demeanor, knowing nothing of the world.
...And a physique that, far from possessing tremendous power, looked like she could barely handle a single sword.
No matter how she thought about it, the woman seemed more suited to holding a dress and a fan as a daughter of the nobility, but the fruit vendor decided to mind her own business no further.
Instead.
"Be careful when you're saving people. Someone as pretty as you, miss, most people who approach you will have ulterior motives."
"Hehe, that's why I recruited a woman like myself as my partner!"
"A woman?"
"Yes, a woman. Between fellow women, surely it won't be dangerous."
"Oh my, this girl. She truly knows nothing of the world. Listen carefully. The rule is that a woman's enemy is a woman."
"...Is that so? But."
The woman bowed her head deeply and placed a single silver coin on the stall counter.
"She's someone who teamed up with a Bronze like me as a duo, so I'm sure she's a good person."
The woman's eyes, red as apples, sparkled with trust and faith.
* * *
When she came to, she was in an unfamiliar warehouse.
"Where...."
Hudia groped through her hazy memories.
She had arrived in the city of Lost Virginia, where the demonic dragon was said to be, in order to become a Dragon Slayer, and while waiting for her companions, she had encountered some rough-looking men.
They were thugs who had been targeting Hudia's body.
Hudia had tried to drive off the thugs with her flashy dagger skills, but the thugs looked far stronger than her.
She was certain of that much.
But what happened after that...?
Creak, creak.
"!!"
As sensation gradually returned to her arms and legs, Hudia realized that she was tied up somewhere in a strange position.
Laid out on something like a bed, her arms were pulled behind her head and bound, her legs spread left and right with something like chains fastened around her ankles.
As if in a form designed to bind the limbs and rape someone on a bed.
During her time as a mercenary, Hudia had seen countless women subjected to this exact state, but this was the first time she herself had been subjected to it.
And.
This ominous aura she felt from somewhere.
At the lecherous gaze that seemed to be appraising her, Hudia raised her head.
"......."
A spot where her shameful places were visible at a glance.
The large man, sitting backwards on a backed chair, was staring intently at Hudia.
"Ah."
She remembered.
The man who had saved her.
The man who had beaten down three thugs with nothing but his fists.
And.
The man who had said he would rape her.
"Kyaaaaah!!"
"It's useless. I've soundproofed the place. No one will come."
"A, a mage...?"
"Yeah. You didn't notice the magic?"
"Ah...."
The man wiggled his finger.
That was definitely the gesture for the 'Sleep' spell he had used before she lost consciousness.
"Just what are you...? Why are you doing this to me?!"
"To rape you."
"What...?"
"I told you. That I was going to rape you."
There was no wavering in the man's voice.
Hudia's instincts, honed from dealing with many men during her mercenary work, were screaming.
This man was serious.
"You saved me!!"
"I'm telling you, I didn't save you. I chased those guys off because I was going to rape you."
The man rose from the chair.
Standing a head or more taller than Hudia, he looked down at her, and she felt more dread and terror than shame.
"Right. You're my spoils. What I do with my spoils is for me to decide."
The words about violating her body weren't spoken as if he meant forced rape, but his eyes looked as though he might commit murder.
"So, I'm about to rape you now."
But.
The man scratched his head as if something was troubling him.
"Honestly, even if it's not you, I can rape anyone I want, you know? So I was trying to think a little."
"Wh, what are you trying to say...?"
"You. Are you a virgin?"
At the man's question, Hudia was completely tongue-tied.
"It's an important question, so don't lie. I asked if you're a virgin."
"I-if I say I'm a virgin...."
Hudia ran through every possibility in her head.
If he had decided to rape her and intended to carry it out, he would have already raped her while she was asleep.
But he hadn't.
If she had been raped, there would have been some reaction from inside her body, but aside from her limbs being bound, Hudia's body felt no different than usual.
So, perhaps, if she said she was a virgin, he might feel some burden about taking her virginity and spare her life?
"I-I'm... a virgin...!"
"Oh."
The man clapped his hands.
"Then I'll have to pop your cherry."
"What...?"
"You said you're a virgin. Phew, that's a relief. I thought some other guy had already touched you."
The man took off his pants in a single motion.
"Hiiik?!"
At the size of the thing, thicker than her own forearm, Hudia involuntarily screamed.
The object, darker than darkness, appeared to be long enough to pass her navel and reach her solar plexus.
If she were impaled by that thing, she would die.
This was no longer a matter of sex but a matter of life and death.
"I'm not doing any foreplay for you just because you're a virgin. Spread your legs. I'll rape you without hurting you."
"W-wait just a moment! Please, don't rape me!!"
Hudia grew desperate.
With the feeling that a torture device was approaching before her very eyes to kill her, Hudia screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Not me, rape a different virgin! Please!"
"You can't buy a virgin with money."
"There's bound to be one or two girls who just started selling their bodies at the brothel!"
"I checked, and there aren't. Hey, if there were a woman like that, I'd have used this cock to give her cock insensitivity from the very start of her whore life, so she'd never feel another cock. But there aren't any, so isn't that why I'm trying to rape you?"
Pretending to be logical.
Pretending to be rational.
The man spoke casually, as if it were common sense, but the act he was about to commit was unmistakably illogical and irrational.
"Th-then...."
In the end, for the sake of her chastity and her life, Hudia opened her mouth as if vomiting blood.
"...I'll offer you a virgin who's prettier than me and has bigger tits. Please, please don't rape me...."
In that moment.
"Oh ho. So what you're saying is, go pop that woman's cherry instead of yours, is that it?"
The man's eyes began to gleam.
"Is she prettier than you?"
"......Yes."
Hudia swallowed her tears and nodded.